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He moved in the shadows, the data shadows obviously but also the real ones. He was a target, he knew it. Embraced it sometimes. A badge of honour. Cloaking didn’t work any more, but keeping your head down made the facial rec cameras at least work a little harder. They knew how to use window reflections. He knew where to look. He knew they’d caught him sometimes. He cursed every time something popped up on the feeds. But now there were the databugs. He heard one above the street, searching. He ducked into a doorway, forgetting the shopcam. “Hello again”.
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